Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

Patrolling and re-marking the borders was a task that Tousaint was willing to handle- but answering the pleas of a desperate woman? Her cries made him flatten his ears. She would be bloody, and likely crying he supposed- and her emotions certainly sounded messy. 

Not today- not his task. 

While he lingered out of sight a mere 200 metres from where the yowling woman begged for assistance, he did not approach or make his presence known. His cousin arrived- the soft murmur of her voice was audible, though he could not hear her words.

Feeling that the situation was sorted, Tousaint continued to meander along, parallel to their borders, safe- or so he thought- from within.